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writerpetals · 6 months

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view from 4-B: ride | 🔞

; optional male lead smut | ☁️

w; exhibitionism, voyeurism, pillow humping, breath play

part of the view from 4-b au | i honestly can't remember what i called all this drabbles years go when i wrote them for this au LOL so if the names are different i just came up with it... but i hope to post all parts soon and get the halloween drabble posted before the 31st hehe

You teasing him didn’t stop after the night you shared together. In fact, it only encouraged you to continue your game of performing sinful acts with your curtains wide open, displaying your body to him to have him aching in his jeans. Except now, he’s more than aware of the temptation and he knows just how much you enjoy him watching you.

You know he enjoys it, too, even if it is beyond frustrating and each time he wants to rush to your apartment to give you exactly what you ask for. Each time you strip for him before your showers makes him need you more, and each time you get yourself off in front of the window makes him bite his lip so hard he develops a bruise.

Yet, the end is always worth it. The teasing. The getting him riled up to take it out on you. Like now, with a pillow between your legs as you grind your slit against the soft fabric. Your eyes are shut, but you know he’s watching. After having just gotten done with his nightly workout, his eyes always look for you in the apartment across from his as an invitation to release the stresses that pile up each day.

He doesn’t even need to knock five minutes later. He knows where you hide the key and he’s comfortable enough to barge in while you wait on him. A small smirk forms on your lips as he stomps through your apartment over to you, grabbing you by the hips and without warning, crashing his lips into yours.

The curtains remain open for anyone to see. Neither of you care by now and you will let anyone that wants to watch see him push you against the bed as a wicked smile creeps over his face.

“I’ve been needing you so much today, baby.” He never fails in his sweet talk, even if the words drip with sin due to the lust that consumes him. He towers over your naked body, and you invite him in by parting your thighs. “But you know, there’s one thing I have been needing the most, lately.”

“What’s that?” you question in a breathy release, feeling his hands travel up your body to cup your breasts.

“You never did ride me like I wanted you to.”

Your plan of teasing him with a pillow between your legs seemed to work. You thought he had forgotten what started the whole thing, as well as his wish of wanting to feel your body against his as you grind against him.

“What do you say, baby?”

A shiver courses down your spine at the way his eyes darken a moment before he lifts his thin, white tank above his head. A second later his gray sweats follow to pool around his ankles, leaving you with the perfect view of his cock straining against his briefs and God, he’s so hard and ready for you, you think you’re going to combust.

He doesn’t give you much time to reply, instantly meeting your lips with his own as his fingers toy with your hardened nipples. You moan against his mouth and push your hips toward him when he finds himself between your thighs. You feel just how erect he is pushing against your slit, arousal coating the fabric of his boxers and he groans against your neck as his kisses lower.

You’re already beyond worked up and frustrated, and you don’t think twice about pushing against his shoulders until he falls on the bed next to you. Without hesitation, you place a knee on either side to straddle him, and he’s quick to push his boxers lower as his cock springs free. You’re dripping with anticipation while feeling the tip caress your slit, juices coating his flesh to give him a small preview of how ready you are for him thanks to teasing him beforehand.

“C’mon, baby,” he encourages, hands on your hips, “sink down onto my cock and ride me.”

An invitation has never sounded so sinful, doing exactly that as he grips himself with one hand and the head of his cock presses to your dripping entrance. A moment later you’re easing yourself down onto him, allowing him to fill you up as his cock sinks deep into your clenched walls.

“Fuck,” you whimper, allowing yourself a moment to adjust to his size before beginning to rock your hips against him, just like he’s watched you so many nights do to your own pillow.

His grip on your hips tightens, head falling back against your bed and your hands press to his stomach to balance yourself. You feel the way his muscles tighten beneath your fingertips, even more so when you squeeze yourself around him while your hips rise and he eases out of you. Then you lower yourself onto him again, loving the way he groans your name so deeply you feel it in the pit of your stomach.

You’re confident until the moment his hand rises, fingertips skimming over your chest until he forms a grip around your throat. You nearly gasp, but his fingers press to the sides of your neck, sending a wave of electricity through you as he takes control of your body.

“Faster, baby,” he encourages in a raspy, needy voice, and squeezes a bit tighter, giving you a few pumps of his hips below that nearly have you stalling. Your breasts bounce and your nails leave marks against his skin as you comply, riding him harder, faster, getting lost in the moment and lost in him as he controls you with a simple grip around your throat.

Outside, anyone in the apartment building across from yours can see if they wish. See your hips rolling against him. See him holding onto you, guiding you. See his fingers around your neck. See your faces twisting in pleasure, but only he can hear how you whimper his name and how your breaths become so uneven and deep.

By the time your head falls back and your jaw slacks, he is thrusting from between your thighs after dropping his hand from your throat. His cock enters you deep, deeper than you can handle and you’re trembling on top of him in no time. He’s ruthless in the way he pumps into you from below, noticing your hips slowing and you can barely keep up, but he loves watching you struggle to keep control.

Before you know it, your body is doubled over and his arms are wrapped around your back. He holds you close with your face in the crook of his neck as he fucks you from below. You quiver and cry out his name, becoming too overwhelmed and the only thing you can hear is him telling you how good you feel wrapped around him.

“Come for me, baby,” he groans against your ear, before his teeth tug at your lobe and you whimper his name in return. “I know you’re getting close. I can feel you getting tighter around my cock.”

The warmth is bubbling between your legs, and the words he speaks offer no help to your sanity. His deep, raspy voice in your ear as he instructs you fuels the fire lighting inside of you and it doesn’t take much more before you’re overwhelmed with bliss. His thrusts quicken, becoming wild and without mercy as you reach your peak. His cock slams into from between your thighs and your voice goes completely broken while moaning his name. Nails dig into his skin as you try to hold onto a portion of reality but the pleasure that takes hold of you has you seeing stars as you tremble in his arms.

His thrust slow, loving how you become that much wetter after coming, dripping over his cock and he groans as he pushes himself back into you. He loves feeling the way your walls contract around him in post-bliss and the warmth that surrounds him in every thrust. You try to gain your strength and your breath, and he isn’t shy about peppering your face with kisses until you do so.

Finally, you manage to push yourself off of him, hands pressing to his chest as your hips begin moving once again. He is beyond ready for release and you plan to give it to him as you grind your body against his. His eyes shut tight and his lips part, allowing you to hear the soft noises he releases. Until your pace picks up, and his breaths grow rapid and sharp once he feels you begin to ride him just how he imagined after watching you so many nights.

He grips you tighter, fingers pressing to your hips and it encourages you to keep going. The way he bites his lip lets you know he’s growing close, and the noises he makes sends a surge of warmth through your body. He’s so close as you rock your hips against him, so ready for release you can feel him pulsing inside of you, and before he can react, you’re easing yourself off of him to grip his cock in your palm.

He releases a deep, drawn out groan as the strings of white coat your fingers, painting his stomach of little drops of cum as you work him in your fist. He curses and groans and you don’t stop until he hisses in overwhelming pleasure. When you release him, his eyes flutter open long enough to see your hand rising to your lips and your tongue lick every drop of his release from your flesh. He exhales deeply at the sight, before a smirk grows on his face and he groans in satisfaction.

The two of you get cleaned up together and then dressed before your curtains are finally drawn. He kisses your lips after slipping his tank-top over his head and you tie the knot around your robe as you lead him to the door. Another kiss against your lips says goodnight, and a bite of your lip lets him know you’re already thinking of the next time he will be barging in after you invite him with a simple show behind open curtains.

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